Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 00:30:23 -0500
From: raswain
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 28
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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 28
By R. A. Swain
"Hey Coach," Pete Cranston said, entering the coach's office. He was
followed by Dylan Clark. Both young men were dressed for basketball
practice. "You ready to pay up on the bet?
Coach Dick Patterson sat behind his desk looking a bit worn. "A bet's a
bet," he said. "You guys keep it up and you'll win the championships."
The bet he was referring to occurred before the team's last away game. The
boys were joking about having Dick naked at a game. Dick pointed out that a
bet like that would be too public for the school. Dylan suggested practice
would be less public and more of a team bonding experience. Then Pete
suggested fully naked wasn't always humiliating enough. He mentioned how
sometimes a bet where he just had to hang his cock out was more
embarrassing.
In a few minutes the team had determined stakes for a bet; for each game
they won, Coach Patterson would attend practice wearing sneakers and pants,
no shirt and his cock and balls would be hanging out his fly, fully
hard. If the team lost they would have to practice wearing sneakers, socks
and t-shirts, naked from the waist down. Dick realized he was turned on by
the thought of the team running around the court bareassed, but also
equally turned on by the thought of being humiliated by being exposed to
the team. Even though they had seen him naked and hard many times it never
got old to him.
He leaned forward in his chair and tugged his t-shirt over his head
revealing his fuzzy chest. He brushed his hand over his chest and pinched
his left nipple, tugging on it several times.
"There's more to this bet," Pete said, a grin on his face.
Dick stood up, tugged his fly open and reached into his pants. He was
freeballing as he often did, and began groping his cock and balls enjoying
the feeling of playing with his cock in front of the guys. He pulled his
cock and balls out the fly of his pants and exposed himself. He stood
tugging and pulling on his cock as it started to grow even more until his
cock was pointing up toward his belt.
The office door opened and Coach Adams walked in. A broad grin crept across
his face. "Am I interrupting something?" Alan Adams said.
"Just Coach Patterson paying up on a bet," Dylan said, chuckling to
himself.
"I see that," Alan said. He leaned back against the door and crossed his
arms. "Nice."
"You're enjoying this, Alan." Dick Patterson said.
"Yup. For once I'm not on the humiliating end of a bet," Alan said. "You
guys carry on as if I'm not even here." He went to his desk and sat down
propping his feet up and watching his fellow coach standing semi-naked in
front of them stroking his hard cock.
"Ready for the next part?" Pete asked.
"What's the next part?" Alan asked.
"Coach Patterson has to attend practice dressed this way, and keep his cock
hard," Dylan answered.
"Cool," Alan said. "Out of curiosity, what would he have won?"
"The team practicing wearing only sneakers, socks and t-shirts," Pete said.
"Maybe next time," Dick said.
"Sounds good to me," Alan said.
"You want in on this Coach?" Dylan asked.
"We win the next swim meet and you attend practice with your speedo hooked
under your balls and your cock hanging out," Dylan said.
"And you lose and practice naked?" Alan responded.
"You have to be hard also," Pete said. "I like you hard."
"Yeah, I know," Alan said. "You're on."
"Well Coach," Pete said, "let's go to practice."
"You'll regret that bet," Dick said to Alan as he walked out of the office,
his cock bouncing before him all the way to the gymnasium. He stepped into
the room with the basketball court in front of the entire team, all
laughing and cat-calling. He reached down and absentmindedly stroked his
cock a few times. "All right, get to practice."
Dick sat on the bleachers and watched the practice.
Danny West walked down the empty hallway of his former high school. He
nodded to a janitor he messed around with a bit 3 years ago when he was in
high school, and then headed to the main office. It was late and everyone
was gone, everyone except Assistant Vice-Principal Dave Clark. He strolled
to the Assistant VP's office and leaned against the door frame. "Hey
Mr. Clark," he said, noticing he startled the assistant VP.
"Danny? What are you doing here?" Dave asked. He felt a wave of panic wash
over him.
"I just came by to see my favorite high school administrator get naked,"
Danny said.
Dave paled. "Close the door," he said. "Someone might hear you."
Danny laughed. "Relax. We're practically alone. Everyone is gone for the
day, other than the janitor."
Dave took a deep breath. "Danny, I don'tó"
"Unbutton your shirt," Danny said, cutting Dave off.
"Danny, no. Please," Dave pleaded. "Not here."
"Have you thought about being fucked by your son?" Danny asked.
Dave glanced down at his desk. "Yes, I have."
"I'll bet you want it to happen again, don't you?" Danny asked in a teasing
tone.
Dave kept looking down at his desk. "Yes, I would," he answered.
"It'll happen again," Danny said. "Maybe even you fucking him," he teased
again. He saw the flinch in Dave at the mention of possibly fucking his
son, Dylan. "You want that, don't you?"
Dave nodded.
"Then do as I say," Danny ordered. "Unbutton your shirt."
Dave wanted to resist, but he knew if he pushed Danny West he would show
the video he had of Dylan getting fucked. It would ruin Dylan's life. His
fingers reached for the button down shirt and began opening the buttons,
revealing his hairy chest.
"Nice," Danny said. "Leave your tie on, spread your shirt open and pinch
your nipples."
Dave did as he was ordered, spreading his shirt open wide and taking his
nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and pinching them.
"Work `em hard," Danny ordered, watching the older man take his orders and
pinch and tug on his nipples.
"Please Danny," Dave said. "I can't risk getting caught doing this here."
"Stand up," Danny ordered.
Dave did as ordered, his eyes pleading.
"Now open your fly, reach in and pull your cock out," Danny said.
Dave ran his hand down his furry chest to his fly, tugging it down. He
reached in and began groping himself before pulling his cock out of his
pants for Danny's amusement.
"Cool," Danny said. "Now step over in front of the window and stroke
yourself."
"No!" Dave said. "Please, no!"
"You'll stroke yourself in front of the window, or walk down the hall
naked," Danny said, stepping over to Dave and tweaking his nipple with his
left hand.
Dave reluctantly stepped toward his office window overlooking the parking
lot. He noted four cars there. One was his own. He recognized Danny's jeep
as a second vehicle. The third he knew belonged to the janitor and the
fourth he thought might've been that of the gym coach, Mr. Lawrence. He
reached down and began stroking his cock.
"Face the window full on," Danny ordered.
Dave did. Danny stepped up behind Dave, reached around and began fondling
Dave's huge cock. He ran his hand up to Dave's belt, opened the man's belt,
popped the button of his slacks and allowed them to fall to Dave's
ankles. "Briefs?" He mused as he revealed Dave's black Hanes briefs. He
tugged them down in a quick move, and began grinding his crotch against
Dave's ass while reaching around and stroking Dave's long hard cock.
"Please Danny," Dave said. "Don't torture me this way."
"Do you want to come?" Danny asked, a hint of innocence in his voice.
"Yes, please," Dave replied.
"Eventually," Danny said. "First get on your back on your desk."
Dave looked at his questioningly, but did as ordered.
Danny pulled off Dave's shoes, and then his pants and briefs. He stepped
between Dave's legs, reached into his jeans pocket and withdrew a small
bottle of lube. "I'm going to fuck you first," he said.
Dave opened his mouth but closed it again. He knew he was going to get
fucked either way. Danny quickly shucked his own pants and lubed up his
already hard cock. He pushed it between Dave's ass cheeks and propped
Dave's feet on his shoulders. Without pause Danny thrust into Dave's ass.
Danny noticed the door open and the janitor, Marc, lean against the door
frame. He fooled around with Marc a few years earlier when he was in high
school. Marc was in his late thirties, lean, and had a long uncut cock. He
stood there watching the college senior fuck the vice principal, while
groping his own cock through his work pants. Danny thrust harder into
Dave's ass. "Got another surprise for you," he said.
Dave opened his eyes and saw, from his upside down position on top of his
desk, Marc standing in the doorway. "Oh my God. I can explain this." He
froze as Danny pounded into his ass.
"Don't bother," Marc said. He reached down in front of him, opened his fly
and hauled out a thick eight inch uncut slab of meat. "Suck me and I won't
say a word."
Dave opened his mouth and took the janitor's cock in his mouth while Danny
pounded his ass and both men worked his nipples. Marc fucked Dave's mouth
and Dave did his best to not gag. Both men rode him. Danny felt his cock
pulsing. He pulled out of Dave's ass, leaned forward and pressed his cock
against Dave's. Marc leaned forward and grasped both cocks together and
began pumping them until Danny shuddered and began shooting his load on
Dave's hairy chest and stomach, coating the older man in his cum.
Marc pulled his cock from Dave's mouth and began stroking himself. He blew
his white hot creamy load in Dave's face and continued to pump Dave's huge
cock until the vice principal shot his own load over his chest and stomach,
and even hit his chin with a couple blasts.
All three men leaned on the desk breathing hard. "I guess I've gotta clean
this up?" Marc asked.
"I think we can manage to find a lot more for you to clean up around here,
and a lot more often," Dave said.
Danny pulled his pants up. "This was fun," he said. "Can't wait until next
time."
End Chapter 28
If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or
docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at:
http://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of
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